Adrian P. O. V

Cassandra and I were both stunned, our eyes fixed on the letters scattered across the floor. I tried to find the right words to speak, but everyone I opened my mouth, nothing came out.

“What do you think you're doing?”, Cassandra asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“These are the letters my husband had to write his entire life. Every apology, every explanation, every compromise he made to protect this family's name… all because of your recklessness. And even after ...